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Chapters (46)
  1. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  2. PROLOGUE
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
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  24. 22
  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
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  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. 42
  45. 43
  46. EPILOGUE

“And what of Draconas?” Anora still wasn’t convinced.

“It would be a shame if he were to fly into the side of a mountain and break his neck . . .” replied Maristara.

4

ANORA SHOULD HAVE BEEN PAYING MORE ATTENTION TO THE DESPISED humans. She would have found Draconas. He was carried out of the ruins right under her nose and she never noticed.

Anora made the mistake of searching for Draconas in the human form he was most fond of adopting—that of a human male of undetermined years, strong and lean, with long black hair and dark eyes. It never occurred to either her or Grald that, as Draconas saw death crackling before him, he would use his last fleeing seconds to do two things: first, as Anora had postulated, Draconas cast a defensive spell that acted as a shield, causing Anora’s magic to bounce off him like a thrown spear bounces off steel. Second, as the lightning flared and sizzled around him, Draconas shifted form, choosing an illusion that he had found to be useful to him in the past.

He had just managed to take on this form when the power of Anora’s magic clashed with Draconas’s magic, erupting in a blast that destroyed the building and brought it down on top of both of them.

Anton Hammerfall and his wife, Rosa, were workers in the city of Dragonkeep. As his name implied, Anton was a blacksmith. His wife Rosa worked as a weaver. Despite the fact that they lived in the city that had been founded as a haven for children with dragon-magic in them, Anton had nary a drop. His was the third generation to grow up in Dragonkeep, and if the men in his family had ever had the magic, it had long since dwindled out of them. Anton gave secret thanks daily that such was the case. He felt nothing but pity for those wretched monks whose blood burned with the magical fire that drove them insane.

Rosa had some dragon-magic in her, as did all the women of Dragonkeep, though not enough to make her valuable to the dragon, and thus she was a lowly weaver and not one of the holy sisters. The blood bane, as the magic was known, was not so bad in women as in men. It did not drive them insane. And thus Anton and Rosa had been proud to discover that their only daughter, Magda, was strong in the dragon-magic. She had been summoned by the dragon to live in his palace, and though they missed her, they were pleased for her.